Dark Brother

Trials and Errors "You call this a trial?" Liander Belaisle spun around, glaring with his light yellow eyes, teeth flashing a cunning smile. "Arrest them both." Piers's own voice shook, his power snaking out, aided by the white sorcery at his command, slamming into a wall of magic to be dispersed in a puff of smoke. "Nice try," Belaisle said, bowing from the waist in a mocking salute. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a moment with my client." "Your what?" Piers's normally polished tone was...